This all seems very surreal, more like a fever dream from his overheated mind than something actually happening.

But there's a figure laying him softly down, pressing close, so sweet and gentle compared to what he's used to. He'd laugh at the absurdity of it all, but he's too busy moaning into Wing's kisses as a hard thigh grinds against his panel.

He lets it open, baring himself for a stranger, hot and hard and wet and needy.

"I don't know," he answers honestly. It's been a long time since he's done this. Longer still since it's been on his terms rather than offering himself to the needs of another. Before Galvatron was so very long ago...